Our accommodation in Ha Noi was down a small side alley. Hard to find, but once you knew where it was, it was easy. Each day walking out the door in one direction and coming home in another, the Vietnamese store owners were all ways working. These ladies above are preparing snails for dinner service. At the other end of the alley way was a market each morning. We are talking very early morning, done by 10am.
Fresh meat presented as gold, chickens waiting below for slaughtering, fish in large plastic tubs, fruit, vegetables, all sorts of green vegetables. Everyone was happy, they came to buy, sell or trade.
Each day the vendors would come with baskets hanging over the shoulders with apples, unloading the back of their bicycle with vegetables, or open the door to the front of their home to sell coffee.
I loved the moment each day we stepped outside to explore the city. The small street would swallow us up as if we were ants. A dot in the eco-system that functioned with or without us. I was invisible, as we turned a corner down a new street, people just kept appearing. A busy hive, that functioned on food, collecting or selling. Each few blocks had its own center.
Feeling small and knowing your place, this city gave us a new look on life. Simple is better.